Horror and Fantasy writer

From an upcoming TDR charity anthology

Victoria had seen more then her fair share of dead bodies. It was part of her job—an occupational hazard, if you will. She had come to face the facts: if you put on a mask, go by the name The Raven, and start fighting crime, you’re going to cross the occasional dead body or two. She had come to accept it, but this… this was something else. This was something straight out of a nightmare. There is murder and then there’s sadistic mutilation. The body on the bed was most definitely the latter.